| A hip drag queen and
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| a side-walkin'street wheeler,
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| Comin’down the avenue.
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| They’re all your friends,
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| you’ll come to love 'em
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| There’s a load of 'em
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| waitin’for you.
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| Lookout Joe, you’re comin’home.
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| Old times were good times,
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| Old times were good times.
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| Remember Millie
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| from down in Philly?
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| She took my brain
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| and forgot my name.
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| The woman you were with
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| was about the same
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| She took your money and left town.
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| Lookout Joe, you’re comin’home.
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| Old times were good times,
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| Old times were good times.
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| Glory Hallelujah!
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| Will I lay my burden down?
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| Singin’on the streets around:
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| Look at that crazy clown.
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| Remember Bill from up on the hill?
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| A Cadillac put a hole in his arm.
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| But old Bill, he’s up there still,
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| Havin’a ball
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| rollin’to the bottom.
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| Lookout Joe, you’re comin’home.
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| Old times were good times,
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| Old times were good times. |